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I know the signs and there's no attraction Don't waste your fine chemical reaction I'm not the one Save it, leave, it's the end of the century There's so much, too much, there's nothing to say Save it, leave, it's the end of the century Come on, so long, we're going to California... And if you fall for the Western ocean Just don't be shy, it's the best emotion Under the sun Save it, leave it's the end of the century Come on, so long, we're going to California... I want to fly away I want to get away I want to fly away, away to California... From Letras Mania